charlotebronte:

she-asatani isha ve-lo ish
blessed are you, lord our god, who has made me a woman and not a man.

if she had made me a woman and not a dyke – dayenu;
if she had made me a dyke and not a jew – dayenu;
if she had made me a jew and not a madwoman – dayenu.

dayenu, dayenu, dayenu

blessed are you, lord our god, who has made me more than i am:
i am my mother and her mother and her mother’s mother,
ruth and esther and sarah and rivka and leah and rachel
miriam and tzipporah – ashira l’adonai ki ga-oh ga-ah
chana szenes – i pray that these things never end
hedy lamarr – i don’t fear anything i don’t understand
ophelia – i cannot choose but weep
antoinette mason – i make no effort to save myself; if anyone were to try to save me, i would refuse.

i am every woman stepped on and ground into dust, every woman refusing to be small, 
every woman awake in the middle of the night, goosebumps, cold sweat, crying let my people go.
i am all of my people in one – the salt of their tears, the bitterness of their oppression, the blood of paschal lamb –
pass over me. pass over, but do not ignore.

if you listen closely, you will hear a beauty in my cries, the melody of a wailing woman, singing the pain of a million mad mothers.